School bus

Early morning heading to my school… the bus curves driving through roadways would sometimes make me feel dizzy and that’s why I always tend to sit at the window side at the closest chairs to the back of the bus and go into dreamy states while observing what’s going outside more than the other students inside the bus.

I am considerably quiet and very deep in my thoughts since childhood, many memories stays there and what cannot vanish off my thoughts is that early morning bus drive where suddenly I look up towards the sky, the most heavenly scene of the universe anyone could see, and the indescribable feel of connection, as if a thread dropped to tightened my heart and pulled it towards the sky, that open space in the sky, where the clouds moved around to allow the incredible and untouchable joining,

I could say, it was the first deepest breath I ever took and felt in my life that shake the roots of my soul… I was a child, a school student, couldn’t clearly realize the divine call…